We dont really talk much anymore, Nancy and I. Where did our time ever go, huh?

When I try checking up on you, I forget.

She would probably say, “ Oh, Chris, dont be scared, we’ll all be there soon.”

Or if she had drank some of my home made beers she would say, “ Heyyyyyy. Why so saddddddd…”

Heh, she was always like that. If I just married her, it would all be okay.

Truthfully, we were even dating then.

We were a famous stunt duo, with no limitations, but one.

We were well known, having her being flexible with time, and her body, it was a good life for me too.

I made up the stunts, I helped perform them, riding up on giraffes, only for Nancy to spin down its neck like a fire pole, and land by my side, grabbing my hand as I latched onto a bar above so we would both spin into the air, gracefully leaping from place to place, bar to bar. it was the greatest show ever back in 1969, elephants would greet visitors as stuntmen would fly around the room, more graceful than any swan, than any graceful dolophin.

It was a fire, it was a freedom, it allowed us to fly open into the world, full of our own colors that we could paint.

No one could fight us, because they knew what wonders we commited to, that we shone onto peoples lives.

This was a place everyone wanted to be.

But then, just like that, Nancy went missing.

My partner in crime, my partner in dancing, my partner in life.

I always loved her, but was too focused on the crowd, the circus, the stunts, too focused on the next impossible mission we could make possible together.

After she went missing, I disappeared from the sight of the crowd, without an explanation.

Do I miss the days?

I dont. I only miss being there with Nancy by my side, where we could face the world together, from prying eyes, to hurtful decisions.

These were the last memories that flashed across my mind as I laid down, the very last picture, was a stunt with.. just me.

_No! No! I wanted the last to be Nancy! I.. I cant think of a time together, no._

_NO I WANTED IT TO BE—_

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_New york times._

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_Chris chalds was found two years after his death, today, rotting in his bed._

_Bilogists say he died while crying, due to how his mouth was left open and his eyes remained wide open._

_Of course, he was just barely identified underneath all the maggots and torn flesh that covered his face, discoverers say…_

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